Getting crazy on the waltzers,
but it's the life that I choose
(Yeah) Sing about the sixblade
sing about the switchback
and a torture tattoo
And I've been riding on a ghost train
where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight
but I'd always tell you where I am
In a screaming ring of faces
I see her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races
(Yei, just like me) she was a victim of the night
I put my hand upon the lever
said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever
there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
And the big wheel's keep on turning
Neon burning, up above
And I’m just high on the world
Come on take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love. (Yehe. Love.)
It's just the danger, danger
when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger
She said baby let's keep it like this
It's just a cakewalk
Twisting baby (yeah) step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two (now)
'Cos any two can play
And the big wheel's keep on turning
Neon burning, up above
And I’m just high on the world
Come on take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love. (Wowo. Love.)
Well it's been money for muscle (on a)
Another whirligig (king)
Money for muscle (and a)
Another girl I dig
Another hustle (just to)
Just to make it big
And rock away rock away
(woo) Rock away rock away
And girl, it looks so pretty to me,
like it always did
(Woo) Like the Spanish city to me,
when all we were kids.
Yeah girl, it looks so pretty to me,
just like it always did
(Woo) Like the Spanish city to me,
when all we were kids.
(Holaaa!)
(Check it out)
She took off a silver locket
She said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket
I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel
I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough
but something must have made me stay
And the big wheel's keep on turning
Neon burning, up above
And I’m just high on the world
Come on take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love. (Yeah. Love.)
On the tunnel of love. (Woho. Love.)
And now I'm searching through these carousels
and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase and palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rock away rock away
rock away rock away
(From cullercoats and whitley bay
Out to rockaway)
And girl, it looks so pretty to me,
Like it always did
Like the Spanish city to me,
when we were kids.
Girl, it looks so pretty to me,
like it always did
Like the Spanish city to me,
when all were kids.